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Tommy's Bedroom
Tommy's room was cozy with the walls painted baby blue, pairing nicely with the white ceiling and white carpeted flooring. Opposite of the door leading into the room was a queen size bed covered with an outrageous amount of fluffy blankets. To the right-hand side of the bed was a large and tall wooden bookcase that took up two-thirds of the wall; it was filled with various books, journals, a salt lamp, a candle or two, some colorful knick knacks, etc. On the third row were two framed photos; one was of Tommy wearing a mesh croptop and skinny jeans sitting next to a taller teen in typical "bad boy who rides a motorcycle" wear.
The boy in the photo was Tommy's boyfriend of six months, Damon, and his muscular, broad shouldered physique exemplified the complete difference between the two. Tommy was a pale, blonde-haired, crystal blue-eyed twunk smiling wide and brightly with his cheeks dimpling. Damon had shaggy black hair, a five o'clock shadow, piercing dark brown eyes, brown tanned skin. Although he was barely cracking a smile, he still seemed happy next to Tommy.
The other photo was of Tommy and his dad on a beach wearing matching pink speedos; Simon was laying on his stomach, wearing a pair of black sunglasses and had his solid ass high in the air. In the background of the photo, two guys grabbing at their hardons could be seen and were hungrily staring right at the scantily-clad Wernik men.
The floor was unusually messy, although that was mainly Damon's fault who had hurried to undress to continue making out with his boyfriend. He discarded his jacket and t-shirt, removing his shoes as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over Tommy, who grinned like crazy. Leaning into Tommy's neck, Damon lovingly kissed at the sensitive skin there, quickly devolving into rabid licks, bites, and sucks, sure to make deep dark hickeys form on the lean teen. He knew that Tommy's neck was one of his many erogenous zones and went crazy there. But it was worth it for him, when deep guttural moans and high-pitched squeals escaped past Tommy's full pink lips. It made Damon grin and his eyes light up with mischief.
"Oh, did you like that, baby?" He smirked.
Tommy could barely respond, basically reduced to putty under Damon's tongue. The smirk on Damon's face turned into a smile.
Damon went back to work and every so often, he would pause briefly and ask his stunning boyfriend a perverted question--he loved to ask how good Tommy felt during their makeout sessions.
"You like sounding like a horny little slut for Daddy?"
"Bet you would like me to lick and suck in between your phat ass cheeks, huh baby?"
"You like my warm wet tongue here? Or here?"
Of course, by that point Tommy's mind couldn't form any words at all, instead relying on a set of moans, squeals, and groans to convey how he enjoyed everything that Damon was doing. All of a sudden, Tommy's hips jerked upwards straight into Damon's solid, meticulously sculpted torso, poking him with his rock hard cock.
Someone is definitely happy to see me!
Damon lightly chuckled, sliding his hand down Tommy's completely hairless defined 8-pack abs to grab a handful of his boyfriend's erect cock. It strained against the purple thong pouch and leaked a small amount of precum onto the soft mesh fabric. Damon couldn't resist and squeezed Tommy's length, causing more precum to ooze out.
"Goddamn baby, you're so fucking beautiful," Damon paused to swipe some of the clear pre off the tip of Tommy's barely hidden dick. "Here, give it a taste, babe..."
He brought the sample of Tommy's own pre up to the blushing teen's lips, which opened wide enough for Damon to push his fingers inside Tommy's mouth. Tommy didn't really do anything at first, then began to suck hard pushing his crotch back up into Damon's midsection. His hole was winking and itching like crazy, which the thong strap wasn't helping to relieve at all.
All of a sudden, Damon felt a strange sensation unlike any other he had ever felt in his life--it tickled as goosebumps formed all over and his hair stood up, then in a literal blink of an eye--along with some wispy pink energy...Tommy was the one on top. He straddled the startled hunk, sitting firmly atop Damon's bulging crotch with his fat ass cheeks.
"You ok, babe? What just happened?" Damon instinctively gripped both sides of Tommy's waist tightly, his voice full of concern for him although he had trouble keeping his focus on Tommy's face, constantly drifting downwards to stare at the teen's stiff pink nipples poking out from his chest.
Tommy didn't even notice that anything had occurred, just gazed down at his boyfriend in confusion. His body did feel a little tingly, but besides that nothing else seemed out of the ordinary to him and eventually he responded to Damon.
"Sorry Damon, I guess I got a little carried away." He grinned with cheeks blushed slightly red from embarrassment.
"Hope I didn't hurt you?"
Tommy felt all over his boyfriend's chest, letting his hand rub through the thick body hair before innocently groping at the hunk's beefy pecs. Damon grunted with pleasure when Tommy clinically pinched at his dark brown nipples--it was so fucking hot! As Tommy continued to meticulously examine his amused boyfriend, unknowingly bouncing up and down on Damon's crotch, Damon was definitely feeling the effects and began to grind his growing dick into Tommy's ass. He had intentionally skipped jerking off before riding over to Tommy's place that morning to sneak into the teen's bedroom.
"Babe, I think everything up here is okay, but I think I got injured down there." Damon hinted at his package, trying in vain to get across the message that his dick needed some 'special' attention, but it went right over his sexy boyfriend's head.
"Oh God, Damon! Let me give it a look!" Tommy exclaimed with pure, oblivious worry and without even a second thought, made Damon's pants disappear with a flick of his wrist and a quick, bright flash of pink light. Damon didn't have to worry though and he really didn't at all, because they reappeared a second later on the floor next to his other discarded clothes.
With the skin tight black jeans gone from Damon's lower half, the only thing that remained to hide the area that Tommy needed to examine was a tiny, stretched out white jockstrap over his dick and balls. It was like Damon had stuffed a very thick, very veiny Italian sausage into the small garment, causing the pouch to stretch out from his pelvis and show off a considerable degree of black wiry pubes. For now, it didn't seem too unmanageable, since Damon was just semi-hard but he knew that once Tommy thoroughly "examined" him, that Little Damon would become Big Damon in no time.